Portrait of My Grandfather, Smiling

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Portrait of My Grandfather, Smiling

Written by Esther Omoye

Today’s the first time I’m picking my

grandfather’s smile off his portrait

I lean forward in the dirty light and

I recognise it as a sort of learning;

warning or a welcome

A rescue boat and a torpedo at once

 

I run toward the leftover glow in the sky

pink fading to purple where the sun recently

descended;

I place my hand in his open hand

careful not to touch his skin

 

He turns sideways there, so his

smile withdraws and he tucks it

back in the clear pocket where it lives

old plaid trousers and the passage of time

Until he dissolves into full-on hysterics

for everyone to hear like old times again

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